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"
The
name
wouldn
’
t
matter
.
When
I
hang
up
,
I
will
have
become
a
deserter
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
stay
here
to
see
it
when
it
happens
.
I
don
’
t
want
any
part
of
it
any
more
.
Good
luck
to
you
,
Miss
Taggart
.
"
She
heard
the
click
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
she
said
over
a
dead
wire
.
The
next
time
she
noticed
the
office
around
her
and
permitted
herself
to
feel
,
it
was
noon
of
the
following
day
.
She
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
office
,
running
stiff
,
spread
fingers
through
a
strand
of
hair
,
brushing
it
back
off
her
face
—
and
for
an
instant
,
she
wondered
where
she
was
and
what
was
the
unbelievable
thing
that
had
happened
in
the
last
twenty
hours
.
What
she
felt
was
horror
,
and
she
knew
that
she
had
felt
it
from
the
first
words
of
the
man
on
the
wire
,
only
there
had
been
no
time
to
know
it
.
There
was
not
much
that
remained
in
her
mind
of
the
last
twenty
hours
,
only
disconnected
bits
,
held
together
by
the
single
constant
that
had
made
them
possible
—
by
the
soft
,
loose
faces
of
men
who
fought
to
hide
from
themselves
that
they
knew
the
answers
to
the
questions
she
asked
.
From
the
moment
when
she
was
told
that
the
manager
of
the
Car
Service
Department
had
been
out
of
town
for
a
week
and
had
left
no
address
where
one
could
reach
him
—
she
knew
that
the
report
of
the
man
from
Minnesota
was
true
.
Then
came
the
faces
of
the
assistants
in
the
Car
Service
Department
,
who
would
neither
confirm
the
report
nor
deny
it
,
but
kept
showing
her
papers
,
orders
,
forms
,
file
cards
that
bore
words
in
the
English
language
,
but
no
connection
to
intelligible
facts
.
"
Were
the
freight
cars
sent
to
Minnesota
?
"
"
Form
357W
is
filled
out
in
every
particular
,
as
required
by
the
office
of
the
Co
-
ordinator
in
conformance
with
the
instructions
of
the
comptroller
and
by
Directive
11
-
493
.
"
"
Were
the
freight
cars
sent
to
Minnesota
?
"
"
The
entries
for
the
months
of
August
and
September
have
been
processed
by
—
"
"
Were
the
freight
cars
sent
to
Minnesota
?
"
"
My
files
indicate
the
locations
of
freight
cars
by
state
,
date
,
classification
and
—
"
"
Do
you
know
whether
the
cars
were
sent
to
Minnesota
?
"
"
As
to
the
interstate
motion
of
freight
cars
,
I
would
have
to
refer
you
to
the
files
of
Mr
.
Benson
and
of
—
"
There
was
nothing
to
learn
from
the
files
.
There
were
careful
entries
,
each
conveying
four
possible
meanings
,
with
references
which
led
to
references
which
led
to
a
final
reference
which
was
missing
from
the
files
.
It
did
not
take
her
long
to
discover
that
the
cars
had
not
been
sent
to
Minnesota
and
that
the
order
had
come
from
Cuffy
Meigs
—
but
who
had
carried
it
out
,
who
had
tangled
the
trail
,
what
steps
had
been
taken
by
what
compliant
men
to
preserve
the
appearance
of
a
safely
normal
operation
,
without
a
single
cry
of
protest
to
arouse
some
braver
man
’
s
attention
,
who
had
falsified
the
reports
,
and
where
the
cars
had
gone
—
seemed
,
at
first
,
impossible
to
learn
.
Through
the
hours
of
that
night
—
while
a
small
,
desperate
crew
under
the
command
of
Eddie
Willers
kept
calling
every
division
point
,
every
yard
,
depot
,
station
,
spur
and
siding
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
for
every
freight
car
in
sight
or
reach
,
ordering
them
to
unload
,
drop
,
dump
,
scuttle
anything
and
proceed
to
Minnesota
at
once
,
while
they
kept
calling
the
yards
,
stations
and
presidents
of
every
railroad
still
half
in
existence
anywhere
across
the
map
,
begging
for
cars
for
Minnesota
—
she
went
through
the
task
of
tracing
from
face
to
coward
’
s
face
the
destination
of
the
freight
cars
that
had
vanished
.
